As i rise from the sleep of silence, Uproars rise from the horizon.I see the playful chords of summer, That dances in my orchard of apples.  Then as a hundred noises, I see them pierce my dawns. Splash, babble, warble,gurgle,That mixes into this fog. The notes that scramble unbaised, Each trying to kill another.Clacking, clanging and clatters, The never-ending voices of monotonous days. And... Continue Reading →